“Molly, Fisher says he’s drunk again and needs a ride.”
“Missus Lemon, boss, sweetie. I’m on break right now. That side of the room — active. This side: zero; nothing going on. I’d say, talk to the hand, but I can’t even be bothered to lift one.”
“Catchup and Mustered are back on the counter and working, and you should be too. 15 minutes break time here at my bar and that’s all, I’ll remind you.”
Still grumbling Molly Lustrous mentally prepares to rise up from her violet latex sofa and give Orange Boy Fisher yet another ride, pheh.
Fisher stared at the red and yellow condiment containers of the Deep Fried fast food stand, understanding that he had seen them before — alive. Obviously in a dream, he thought at the time.
But no. It was reality. The *stand* was a dream.
“Looks like Orange Boy is finally coming around.”
“Oh goody. More fun!”
“Red green yellow blue, Indy. We better retreat back to whence we came. This goes beyond square into cube!”
“No saving her,” his daughter agreed, and changed back into Indigo. Mission aborted.
Returning to their Rubi trailer, Angus (Sid) and Indigo broke the sad news to Ragdoll, who then secretly smiled a little inside while thinking back to their heated confrontation in front of Max, etc. But Martha Lamb’s story within our new Collagesity novel is perhaps not done.
“Yellow. Yellow yellow yellow. I’ll say it til I die.”
“That – can – be – arranged.”
Alright, maybe it is now.
They were about to enter Gringotts, the famed goblin bank at the opposite end of Diagonal Alley where Harry Potter briefly kept the Philosopher’s Stone (among other adventures), when loitering Business Man, wannabe Wizard of Wall Street, indicated back in the direction they had come, and that they’d missed something.
“Oh no, daddy. You don’t think she’s strayed into Horizontal Lane by chance?”
Business Man taps his index finger several times against the tip of his nose.
“Oh *no* daddy.”
“Hi Mistress Martha! Master Jim!”
Okay, just *be* that way.